These distances burn my soul;
I spin songs for you from my smoke
and then, I release them into the sky
to form clouds, dense and intense.
With my fingers, I direct them towards you;
When I slap my heels to the ground
the anklets shiver like thunderclaps;
I close my eyes, and a stray tear succumbs to Gravity’s persistence.
And when the clouds can’t stifle their passion anymore
with a holy sigh they rapture,
falling down as thousand kisses
competing to find shelter within your pores.